Zefra didn't understand why Portia became so excited after getting in the car.
Her eyes were filled with anticipation, as if something good was waiting for her.
"Portia, can you stop wearing perfume? You've already sprayed it three times since you got in the car. How can you stand such a strong smell? "Zefra looked at Portia, who was in the passenger seat, unhappily.
Portia enjoyed the fragrance in the air. She was also exploring her newfound ability.
The air seemed to flow through her entire body, but she could control it and release it from her palms and fingers.
"Zefra, does anyone in the assassin world have superpowers?" Portia suddenly asked.
Zefra glanced at Portia. She didn't really like to talk about this.
Portia had always misunderstood her and thought that she was an assassin in the past.
Zefra had never corrected or refuted this.
So to Portia, Zefra tacitly agreed.
Of course, to some extent, Zefra was indeed an assassin.
However, the one she was after was a dragon.
"Zefra, I'm serious. Does anyone in the assassin world have superpowers?"
Zefra glanced at Portia and answered perfunctorily, "Yes."
"What are they like?"
"Never seen one."
"You're an assassin and you've never seen anyone with superpowers." Portia was quite disdainful.
Zefra roared in her heart. You face your boss every day. He's the biggest superpower in the world!
The car stopped in the garage of the manor. Portia ran out.
She ran straight to the garden. When she reached it, the fragrance seemed to turn into something solid.
Portia opened her arms wide and inhaled the fragrance of the flowers in large mouthfuls.
Her entire body was filled with the fragrance.
It was a wonderful feeling.
"Portia, what are you doing there? Come here! "Chen Zhao's roar came from the loudspeaker on a nearby pillar.
Portia's expression was unhappy.
Hmph! You'll be in trouble soon.
Portia went to the front yard and saw Chen Zhao in a pair of beach pants and sunglasses. He was lazily basking in the sun.
"Boss."
Chen Zhao didn't even open his eyes. He said lazily, "Go and clean the beach."
"That's not my job," Portia replied.
"Before you reject my request, you'd better think about the 1.25 million USD you owe me. Right, according to the interest rate, it will become 1.26 million USD tomorrow."
"If you make any more unreasonable demands, then I can only resign, and then I will apply to the union for arbitration."
Chen Zhao pulled down his sunglasses and looked at Portia. "Please."
Portia gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.
She was hesitating. Should she beat Chen Zhao up and leave?
Chen Zhao stood up and walked to the sandbag hanging on the tree. He casually threw a punch and the sandbag leaked.
"Zefra, why is there a sandbag here?" Chen Zhao asked, displeased.
Zevra, who was in the living room, poked her head out and said, "Boss, this is for Kelo, not you. Also, if you want a sandbag, please prepare it yourself."
Zefra stared at him speechlessly.
She knew how terrifying Chen Zhao's fists were.
A sandbag for Chen Zhao?
How many do I have to prepare?
A hundred or a thousand?
She didn't want to find trouble for herself.
Portia's mind suddenly cleared up.
Oh, her boss wasn't a normal person either.
He'd killed someone with his fists right in front of her.
Her superpower might not be his match.
No, she couldn't rush it.
She had to endure it.
When she was strong enough, she would settle the score with him.
Portia was suddenly convinced by herself.
In the end … Portia was scared.
Facing Chen Zhao, who had been bullying her for a long time.
She still didn't have the courage to face him directly.
Chen Zhao turned around and glanced at Portia. "What are you waiting for? Why aren't you getting back to work? Are you really going to get unemployment benefits? "
The only thing that made Portia unyielding was her attitude.
After a snort, she went to work silently.
Just then, Naveka Lina arrived too.
As Chen Zhao's legal consultant, she also had to take care of some chores in Chen Zhao's house.
However, she didn't complain at all, because … her salary was higher than Portia's.
"Boss, I've basically negotiated with Mr. Bingley Lang from Northern Gravity. An S-10 will cost $755 million for the bare plane and $358 million for the renovation. The total will be $1.113 billion. We're waiting for your signature now."
"Huh? I remember they said that the S-10 model cost $810 million. Can you lower it by $55 million? "
"Boss, you have a lot of choices, but they don't. They need to make up for their huge losses. Plus, they have four S-10s on the production line, but they don't have any buyers. We just want to buy a semi-finished one. It'll only take a month for it to be on the runway. Of course, the interior renovation will take at least three months. Plus the test and inspection, it'll take half a year."
"Yes, the time and price are both acceptable."
"But they have special requirements too."
"What requirements?"
"The first advance must be $300 million. They also have to be paid within half a month after signing the contract."
"Sure. When do we sign the contract?"
"Of course they want it as soon as possible," Naveka said. "It'd be best if it's today."
"A few days is fine." Chen Zhao waved his hand.
Since he had the initiative, Chen Zhao wasn't in a hurry.
He was in a hurry to get the private plane.
But a few days was fine.
They were in a hurry to sign the contract and get their advance payment. The bank was probably in a hurry.
"Boss, according to our agreement, I'll get 0.5% commission based on how much I can help you reduce. Is that still valid?"
"Of course. You can withdraw it anytime after signing the contract."
Naveka was overjoyed. She'd helped Chen Zhao save $55 million.
Then her 0.5% commission would be 275,000 US dollars.
This was a huge sum of money for anyone.
Not to mention a new intern like her.
"Also, how's the small model I asked you to find?"
"Boss, your requirement is to have it in stock and deliver it within a month. It's a luxurious small and medium-sized model with a price within $80 million. So far, I've found Gulfstream's G650 and Bombardier's Global 6000. These two models are the most suitable. Among the small and medium-sized models, they have the highest support ratings and are the most comfortable. You can get them within a month after paying."
"Sure. Contact their company and ask for one of these two models."
Navika Lina was already used to her boss's extravagance.
"Do you need a loan?"
Rich people loved taking loans to buy these luxuries.
It wasn't that they weren't rich enough, but they were used to turning cash into investments.
Chen Zhao shook his head. He didn't like loans. He had enough cash in his bank account. Why would he need a loan?
Mainly, he didn't like the feeling of owing money.
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